ANNABEL’S POV
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting a soft glow in the room. As I stirred awake, an unfamiliar sensation gripped my stomach. A wave of nausea washed over me, and the world seemed to spin for a moment.
Barely managing to make it to the bathroom, I felt the sudden urge to throw up. The retching sounds echoed in the quiet space, and I wondered if the events of the night had taken a toll on me. The air, thick with uncertainty, contrasted sharply with the intimate moments shared with Thomas.
Leaning against the bathroom sink, I took a moment to collect myself. The supernatural world often came with unexpected side effects, but this felt different—more personal, more unsettling. As I washed my face, I couldn't shake the lingering feeling that something had
